Don't Force My Hand
"He has been more of a father to me than you have been in my twenty-five years of life. What does that make you, Mr. Yun?" she countered.
She didn't allow herself to be frustrated or angry.
The older man was silent for a second. "What have I ever done to make you hate me? Why are you making me the bad person?" he asked.
"Because you are a bad person and a bad father. You have never once looked at me and spent time with me. When I think back to my childhood, I do not have one good memory of you. You never read me stories or encouraged me on my achievements."
"Because I was busy earning money," he said.
"You had enough money already. When you had a child, you should have thought about raising it, too. I am not your property because you donated your sperm. I deserved to be given love. But you did nothing of the sort. And you still ask me why I hate you?" she questioned calmly.